Tetris
It’s Saturday night and you’re wandering the streets of Russia, checking the local clubs for just the right scene. You’re a tall, lanky fellow, looking for action in all the wrong places. You turn a corner and finally happen upon just the kind of dive you were looking for. This place is blaring electronic music, strobe lights are flashing, and everyone is on the dance floor grinding all over each other.
The jumbled crowd looks mildly intimidating, with a wide variety of body shapes all over the place. Some are short and stocky, looking quite square-shaped. Others are on their hands and knees, giving the vague appearance of the letter Z. You are easily the tallest person there. Nervously searching for a place you might fit in, you suddenly spot an opening seemingly made just for you.
As you take your place on the dance floor the whole ambiance changes. You were the missing piece to the puzzle, and everyone starts dancing faster and closer as the music speeds up. The song ends, everyone collapses, and the floor is cleared away for the next group to enjoy. Exhausted and content, you gaze at the establishment’s neon sign and you tell yourself that you will most definitely be returning to TETRIS in the future.
